My little girls and I had our weekly lunch date at Target today. They each get a macaroni, I get a latte and we people watch. Today I learned my lesson that the "people" they are watching is me. Bee was dawdling, so in a moment of fear against the pee-pee/meltdown clock I said, "come on! Take a bite! Let's go!"
Then I got up to grab a napkin and I heard Bee say to her baby sister, "Come ON, Stewwa! Take A BITE! YOU'RE TOO SWOW!"
Hold up, wait. Is this the example I want to be? Rushing people through their meals and making them think they are "slow". If I drew a picture of the perfect mom I want to be, she'd be patient and respect tiny people as just that - tiny people with the same feelings adults have. I'd never ask a mom friend to take a big bite already so we can blow this joint and get back home where my Internet is and I can stretch out in my yoga pants. (Also, I'd draw this mythical mom with long, natural hair and rested eyelids.)
So we sat. I restrained my impatience. I had a running game plan in my head if a bathroom emergency or meltdown should ensue, but I didn't rush her. We all chatted and waited a whole 35 minutes for that child to eat her macaroni two noodles at a time. The best part? No meltdowns from the baby. No pee emergencies! Just slow, slow macaroni.
Can I keep this up forever? Will I always be so patient when there are two kids and schedules to consider? I can't promise. But today I did it and tomorrow I can only try to set the example I want to see*.
A rare photo of me with my kids since I'm usually holding the camera!
*Except when it comes to chemical treatments on the hair